Maid For Trouble #2
During supper in the servants' hall, she ate standing up and she wasn't the only one to do so.
A groom named Jerry and another maid named Molly were both on their feet for the meal.
At least she'd finally been allowed to put down her skirts, so that no one could see the glowing red cheeks of her bottom anymore.
She knew they were glowing because she'd seen them in the mirror while she was dusting the sunroom.
When it was time to turn in, Harriet eagerly headed to her bedroom.
The Norwell household was the only one she'd ever heard of where staff didn't have to share, and that was one of the perks of working here.
Of course, that could be because there was no Lady Norwell, as the previous one had passed away years ago, and so a full staff wasn't needed.
Harriet enjoyed the privacy though, especially on days like today when she was fair throbbing with need between her legs.
Her bottom still felt swollen and sensitive, even if the color had faded, and she knew that her climax tonight would be incredible after the spanking and humiliation Mrs. Figgs had heaped on her.
Quickly entering her room, she swiftly closed the door behind her and then froze in shock as she saw the naked man sitting on the edge of her bed.
It was George, the footman. He was a handsome man, with dark hair and eyes, and a lean body with quite a few more muscles than she'd realized whenever she'd seen him closed.
His nakedness wasn't entirely shocking to her—after all, she'd seen plenty of naked men before, especially since coming to work for Lord Norwell.
Harriet hadn't dallied with any of her fellow staff; doing such was strictly forbidden, but she knew quite a few of them did it anyway.
The key was just not to get caught. There would be no dismissal, of course, unless one chose to forego the punishment—and the punishments were harsh.
Before this, George had flirted with her and expressed an interest more than once, but she'd always rebuffed him.
Discipline doled out for relations between the staff were always public and she didn't think she could bear everyone seeing just how wet and aroused her pussy became, even while she was crying and screaming from the punishment.
His presence surprised her, but that wasn't what froze her. What froze her were the items sitting next to him on the bed. Or, well, the pieces of items. He'd found her hidden stash of broken objects!
"Well, well, well, Harriet," he said, a gleam in his eye. "You have been a naughty girl."
Gulping, Harriet leaned back, pressing her back against the door. The contact between her butt and the hard wood made it burn, as if reminding her what was in store if George told on her. Of course, the fact that George was here, in her room, naked, made it unlikely that was his first option.
"Are you going to tell on me?" she asked in a whisper.
He raised an eyebrow at her and crooked his finger. "Not if you're a good girl and come over here."
Well, as long as they didn't get caught, this might not be terrible.
George was obviously willing to keep her secret, and he was a very attractive man.
Plus, Harriet was still horribly aroused and George appeared ready to help with that.
She licked her lips and stepped forward, becoming even more excited as he watched her move.
His cock began to rise as she came closer, thickening and lengthening as she watched.
"Have you been with a man before?" he asked, as she stopped in front of him.
"Yes." She shivered as he reached out and turned her around so that he could untie her apron and begin unbuttoning her dress.
"Do you have a particular objection to being with me?" he asked, his voice hardening.
Harriet wondered what he would do if she said yes, but she told him the truth. "No. I just don't want to get into more trouble."
At that, he chuckled, turning her back around and tugging on her dress so that it dropped from her body, pooling around her feet and leaving her completely naked.
Maids in the Norwell household didn't need undergarments.
She blushed as his eyes roved over her body, taking in her hard, pink nipples and the curls over her mound, which were currently hiding the slickness of her arousal.
"You seemed to enjoy getting into trouble today."
The impact of his words hit her and she gasped. "You saw?"
"Oh yes." Masculine smugness was clear in his voice as he tugged her forward, pulling her over his lap as she let out a squeak, which she immediately muffled with her hand. He had her angled over his lap so that her upper body was resting on the bed, one of his legs almost between hers, and her sensitive mound pressing against his thigh. She squirmed, biting back a moan as her nipples were abraded by the rough blanket over her sheets and her mound pressed against his thigh. It felt incredibly good. George’s fingers, callused and rough, rubbed against the still-pink cheeks of her bottom, making her squirm some more.
Her legs spread wider as she realized she could rub herself against his thigh in this position, her stiff little clitty stimulated by the rough hair on his leg.
"Such a naughty girl," he murmured, and he brought his hand down with a sharp, swift slap.
"Ow!"
"Quiet, naughty girl," he said, rubbing the spot he'd just smacked. She could feel his cock pressing against her side, jerking as he smacked her again.
Grabbing the sheets, Harriet stuffed them in her mouth as George spanked her.
He actually wasn't using that much force, but on her already chastened bottom it stung like the dickens, and she could stop squirming and crying out.
But she didn't know if she was crying out in pain or pleasure, because with every swat of his hand against her rump, her body would buck and her pussy would rub against his leg, making her ride his thigh, and her clit buzzed and hummed with pleasure as she moved.
"That's it, Harriet," George hissed, spanking her a little harder.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Tears were leaking down her cheeks again as she rocked against his leg, her bottom throbbing from the abuse.
"You dirty girl, rubbing yourself on my leg while you're being spanked... you like it, don't you? Spend for me, Harriet, spend all over my leg and then I'll make you lick it up."
She squealed as he suddenly stopped spanking her and shoved his fingers harshly into her pussy.
The shock of being forcibly entered, his thick fingers invading her tight channel, sent her flying.
When he used his other hand to swat her burnt cheeks again, adding pain to the ecstasy that was rising inside of her, Harriet screamed into her mattress with the utter rapture of it.
Her pussy clamped down around his thrusting digits, her clit rubbing against his thigh as cream leaked from her cunt, and her bottom stinging and burning from all the abuse it had taken during the day.
George kept her riding his leg until she was utterly spent, her body quivering from the incredible pleasure. She squeaked as he slid her off of his lap, dropping her onto the floor on her knees.
"Look at the mess you made," he said, pointing at his thigh, which was glossy with her honey. "Lick it up."
Harriet didn't even protest. Her body felt too good.
.. between her legs her pussy was swollen and sated, but when she leaned back onto her heels, her bottom protested.
Ouch! Leaning forward again, she bent over George's leg, licking the musky-sweet juices from him.
She blushed beet-red as she saw him watching her with avid, hungry eyes, his cock bobbing mere inches from her face.
The plum head was so dark red it looked almost angry and fluid was already beginning to leak from the bulbous tip.
"Yes, dirty girl, clean up your mess," he said, groaning, as he wrapped his hand around his cock, fisting it while he watched her.
His other hand slid into her hair, scattering the pins that held it in a neat bun.
The second she had cleaned every inch of her cream from his skin, he was tugging her over to his cock, shoving it between her lips.
She took it in eagerly, humming with pleasure at the meaty taste.
Already her body was tingling again, and when he reached down to begin tugging and pinching on her nipples, her moan of pleasure was muffled by his cock sliding into her throat.
Harriet was honest enough to admit that she would have loved to do this with George a long time ago, but she hadn't been willing to risk the punishment of being caught.
Now that he knew her secret, she could justify this as actually avoiding more punishment!
And knowing that he probably would really tell on her if she hadn't given him what she wanted just made her even more horny for some reason.
He was right, she was a naughty girl. A dirty girl.
Sliding her hand between her legs, she started fingering her clit as she kept suckling at his cock, aroused all over again by the circumstances and her thoughts.
George's hand pressed on the back of her head, forcing her to take more of him, and tears sparked in her eyes as her throat burned.
He pinched her nipple harder with his other hand, making her pussy clench, and she rubbed her clitty harder as her need grew.
Looking up at George, she felt herself blush as she watched him watching her suck his cock.
His eyes were hungry, flashing with enjoyment, and then he was pushing her down again so that she couldn't look at him.
Harriet gagged as he forced more of his cock into her mouth, using his hand in her hair to slide her head up and down his length, no longer allowing her any control over her movements.
With one hand on his thigh, Harriet fingered herself furiously as the rest of her submitted to his dominance.